Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.